We ALL Fade

some whimpering  alone
behind  closed doors
some  screaming
losing  our minds
forgetting  who  we are

some go  quickly  overnight
not  a sound
part  of a dream

some of us  are here
for  mysterious  reasons
and leave  messages
for our cats  to read
closed paws

canvasses
become  scratching posts

will we  ever know  why
and what
will become  of us
after we  are gone
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I want  my ashes
scattered
amongst
the young
rebellious  minds

fertile for the new
open for the old

re-seeded
strong trees
emerge

    SylviAnn Murray
    December 23, 1999 (11:47am)